 | The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley |  |
BE WISE IN TIME
Dispose thy loves in realms of mellow flowers;
Truth is not fooled to make his stay with thee.
Thy faith is but the burnish of the hours,
And Freedom is a nobler thing than love,
So let me be
Free as the cloud or river to remove.
Truth is not fooled to make his stay with thee.
Thy faith is but the burnish of the hours,
And Freedom is a nobler thing than love,
So let me be
Free as the cloud or river to remove.
Bud of the rose, with bright untruthful eyes,
Time once thy slave shall be thy master soon,
To quench the music of thy dove replies,
Gentle as sleep: and jar to barren string
The tender tune
Thy lips could murmur like the gales of spring.
Time once thy slave shall be thy master soon,
To quench the music of thy dove replies,
Gentle as sleep: and jar to barren string
The tender tune
Thy lips could murmur like the gales of spring.
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Be not a siren throned upon the dust
Of the dead victims of thy love desire.
Exchange thy tinsel oaths for honest trust:
Be rock not wave. For Fate has hoard of days
To taint and tire
The sweetest blossom of the meadow ways.
Of the dead victims of thy love desire.
Exchange thy tinsel oaths for honest trust:
Be rock not wave. For Fate has hoard of days
To taint and tire
The sweetest blossom of the meadow ways.
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